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one year off the table: a surgery no-love story.


today is my surgery-versary. one year ago at this moment, i was sitting (okay, laying) in pre-op, getting teased by the nurses about my black toe and blisters while my advisor sat in the corner of the room laughing.

she reminded yesterday about something i had forgotten: the day before my surgery she asked me who was taking me there, and i said, ‘eh nobody, i’ll walk.’ …’and how are you getting back?’ ‘i’ll call a cab.’ to which she responded that, no, absolutely not, she would bring me. and bring me she did. and stayed until i went into surgery, during which time she went back to my apartment and stocked my fridge. she was there when i came out of anesthesia, brought me home, and got me subway for lunch.

the first eight weeks after surgery were, for all intents and purposes, an absolute disaster. nerve block disaster, an unresponsive quad, and my personal un-favorite, the muscle spasm from hell. not to mention, of course, the mysterious way the nerve block didn’t flush out of my muscles, the ridiculous muscle atrophy, the 30-lb weight loss and subsequent chicken leg.

i slowly learned how to sort of walk. and how to sort of go up and down stairs. it took until almost september for me to fully straighten my leg when walking; until october for there to not be a noticeable gait difference.

in november i ran a 5k in 22:07.

that month i also started deadlifting and squatting regularly.

i ran over 100 miles in december.

i worked like a dog. not that working out was foreign to me to begin with, but it took on a whole new meaning. i became focused – fiercely focused – on getting stronger.

in march i pulled a 200# deadlift.

and just last weekend i ran a half marathon. in 1:42:54. a damn respectable time. in the top 2.5% of the 6600 female finishers.

this year has taught me a lot about patience. about listening to my body, and knowing when to push and when to back off. it’s taught me that sometimes working harder isn’t necessarily working smarter – bodies need a break every now and again.

my weight is right back to where it was pre-op. although, my body looks completely different – i’ve never had traps and shoulders like this before, that’s for sure! my quads and calves are still slightly different in size, but it’s hardly noticeable. my squat may still be abyssmal, but all in all i’m stronger than ever.

and i appreciate everything this body does, much more than ever.

so a very happy surgery-versary to me! thanks, Knee, for teaching me some important lessons while you were being a turd.


Author: jenn

impossible to define; indefinitely impossible. maybe i'll add more here later.

5 thoughts on “one year off the table: a surgery no-love story.

  1. It’s because you’re beyond awesome. :oD

    Funny… OK not *funny* per se, but… When I went into the hospital with my meniscus, someone told me later my knee saved my life because that was when they found the flood clot in my other knee. It gave me a new perspective on these things and I’m grateful that someone pointed this out to me. It’s all about perspective, and you really do have a great outlook on this. You’ve done just an amazing job, Jenn! I’m proud of you! (Also, I cannot believe it’s already been a year!) ♥

    • that actually happened to my dad, too! he got a really bad ankle sprain playing basketball and when he went in to have it looked at the found a blood clot behind his knee.

      and yes, time flies! i can’t quite believe it either.

  2. Happy Surgery-versary! The body is an amazing piece of work sometimes. Its so complex yet can bounce back with the right behaviors. I think you have it nailed by now. Its exciting to think where your calves, squats, traps and shoulders may be at this time next year. …as well as strength and speed. 🙂 good luck!

    • thanks! yes i’m definitely looking forward to where i’ll be at my 2-year surgery-versary! (i’ll be almost 30, for starters haha.) quite a journey it has been : )

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